"A Tail of Two Prongs"
We've talked once or twice.
Me and her labia.
Or should i say her labia and i.
"Play me a tune on your fork maestro!"
She knows, yes she knows.
Two prongs too long to tune wrong.
Perfect pitch hero harmonizing her swoon song.
She writes poetry and prose.
Well, she tries to.
Take her paragraph, tear in half
And a few lines slide through.
Her oceans aren't deep
But At least the sky is bright blue.
She is a Professional bitch.
And still cant pay the rent.
Perhaps she is in the wrong line of work.
She's thoroughly dug.
Men with spades, jacks over aces.
"This may hurt," sifting the pay dirt
Grinning through cracks in their faces.
I mind a gem that will go lovely with my earings.
Hanging off the profiled lobes.
Sometimes then vibrate in unison.
And thats when i know to listen in.